He is a Trickster, everyone knows. Or should know. Like they should know not to put their bear-baiting trash out before garbage morning.
That coyote was close, loud and happy - alerting all the other spine-chilling forest creatures to the presence of a fat juicy cat*. He was close and loud enough to make me jump and run - down the hill clutching damp laundry, overcome with terror, trailing Big dog, who thought it no Big deal. I was out to save the cat by beating off the coyotes with a wet towel. He was thinking, will dinner be delayed?
I was both heartbroken and relieved when I couldn't find her bloodied head anywhere and reasoned, after a deep breath or two, that a coyote wouldn't be singing with a mouthful of cat. Nevertheless, I had fully resigned myself to her death when, a long six or seven minutes later, she arrived demanding dinner.
* Yes, yes, I know I should keep Fat and Juicy indoors. But have you ever tried to keep a once-feral cat inside? On a nice day with chipmunks?